I am spoiled.
The last time my husband and I moved we were living in Philly and I was traveling for my job (and I’m also a procrastinator, so I definitely wasn’t using the weekend a WHOLE WEEK before the movers came to pack!) so Andy did most of the packing before the movers came.
Andy learned his lesson. The movers are here now packing.
I am a SAHM and I have a baby who has finally caught on to the whole napping thing and now takes 2-3 hour naps at a time AND I still can’t manage to pick up a finger to pack.
So here I am feeling very useless and it occurred to me, I have never really had to pack up. I ALWAYS do this. As much as I like to think I enjoy change, really, it terrifies me and I react by not eating and sleeping a lot.
I have always considered myself a strong, adaptable person… but I’m not really as strong or adaptable as I think I am. I think the only reason I don’t have panic attacks is: I just pretend nothing is happening until after it’s happened.
But, you know what? If that keeps me sane and happy and we can work around my refusal to do anything useful, maybe it’s ok… Thank you for being so strong and adaptable for me Andy!